Exciting 1979!

Chapter 4: Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao Cao Wei

Wei Ming briefly explained his idea of wanting to earn money by writing articles to supplement his family income.

Wei Jiefang thought he was too fanciful.

Although my son has good grades in Chinese, how can that be the same as being a writer? If he could sell his manuscripts and make money just by writing short essays, then I would have become rich long ago.

However, my son knows that being motivated is a good thing and it is not appropriate to discourage him too much.

"Just support yourself and don't worry about the family."

Wei Ming thought, no matter what, you old man won’t live to be sixty.

My sister is so smart, but because she had to help her family earn work points, she delayed her studies and failed to get into the university of her dreams. In the end, she met the wrong person at the wrong time and place, and suffered aggrieved life.

And my mother, she always wanted to go back to her hometown in Sichuan and Chongqing, but she didn't have the chance to make the trip until all her loved ones there were gone.

If I were to live my life over again, I would definitely let these regrets go as far away as possible!
Moreover, engaging in literature is a really good way for Wei Ming at this stage.

Although the reform and opening up was carried out last year, the trend is still fluctuating and it will take a few years to stabilize. Before that, doing some writing work can not only make money but also bring fame.

When doing things in China, sometimes reputation is a talisman. You can choose not to use this talisman, but you cannot live without it!
Adding to that my work experience and life experience from my previous life, maybe I can become a literary giant in this life.

Lu, Guo, Mao, Ba, Lao, Cao and Wei, the seven heroes of the literary world!

In the 1990s, he went to Beijing for the second time and, introduced by an elder from his hometown, joined the People's Art Theatre to do odd jobs, including working in props, lighting, costumes, and makeup, and sometimes he also played minor roles.

Finally, he worked steadily in stage design for several years and passed the third-level artist qualification exam. At that time, he was already in his thirties.

An accidental encounter brought him into contact with the screenwriting industry, so he started as an anonymous screenwriter. After years of hard work, he was nominated for the Flying Magnolia Award. By then, he was already over 40 years old.

Later, he collected scripts, formed a team, solicited investments, and established a small film and television company. His projects had both losses and profits, but the returns were steadily increasing.

When the Internet was making a big push into the film and television industry, he seized the opportunity and made a fortune.

This is why he reached the peak of his life when he entered the short drama industry at the age of 60 and became the leader in the industry!

Film, television and literature are originally a pair of adulterous lovers. The principles are the same and the core is storytelling. Wei Ming's accumulation in this area is unquestionable. Whether it is a hundred-episode long novel or a one-minute short play, his writing is always brilliant.

"You want to write now?" Old Wei put on his shoes and interrupted Wei Ming's recollection.

Wei Ming: "Let's eat first."

"Yeah, I've been hungry for a long time!" He was woken up purely because of hunger.

I had to ask Manager Wang where the faculty cafeteria was. After he pointed the way, he asked, "Did you bring your tableware?"

The father and son shook their heads in sync.

Manager Wang smiled and said, "What a coincidence! Our hotel just happened to have two extra sets of tableware. Take them."

Naturally, the two of them expressed their sincere gratitude again, saying that this manager was such a good person.

There are quite a few students on the road, and many freshmen are exploring the new campus together.

As they were walking, Wei Jiefang suddenly stopped, pulled Wei Ming's sleeve and said with a squinting look: "Look! Foreigners, what the hell!"

A white couple passed by not far away. The white man was taller than Wei Ming, and the white woman was wearing very cool clothes, with her white thighs exposed.

Wei Ming thought of the scene before his rebirth and echoed: "Fuck foreigners!"

Wei Jiefang felt that he had really broadened his horizons during this trip to Beijing. It was also his first time meeting foreigners. He would ask Xiao Ming to teach him a few foreign words later so that he could brag about it to the people in the village when he returned.

But now the most urgent thing is to eat.

Because it was getting late, there were not many dishes to choose from in the faculty and staff cafeteria. Fortunately, as long as there were enough meal tickets, the staple food was sufficient and they were all fine grains. Wei Jie loosened his belt and opened his mouth, and spent the afternoon drinking.

This year, the Henghu area suffered from severe drought and the wheat harvest was poor. During this period, the family only ate sweet potato noodles and sorghum noodles. It was difficult to buy food even if they had money. This was one of the reasons why Old Wei insisted on sending his son to Yanjing, so that at least he wouldn't have to starve.

Wei Jiefang ate with regret: "It's a pity that your mother didn't leave any of the hot sauce. It's so delicious when it's stuck in the steamed bun!"

Wei Ming paused for a moment. He hadn't eaten the hot sauce made by his mother for five years.
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At the same time, Wei Ping'an returned home drunk. Just as he was about to open the door, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to pick up his child.

But it doesn't matter, it's so close, they can walk back by themselves. After pushing open the door, he saw Xizi and Lele playing happily on the sofa, holding paper airplanes in their hands, and his wife Lv Xiaoyan had her back to him.

"Xiaoyan, I'm going back..."

When Lu Xiaoyan turned around, Wei Ping'an almost laughed out loud in the middle of his words, and her lips were as red as two sausages.

"What's wrong with you? Did the bee look at you and gave you a kiss?"

Lu Xiaoyan pointed to a glass jar on the coffee table and said, "It's because of this!"

"This is...oh, you found it. Brother Jiefang is in Beijing. This is the hot sauce made by Sister Shufen. I can handle spicy food, but how dare you eat this?"

"It smelled quite nice, so I took a bite. I didn't expect that the more I ate, the more I wanted to eat, and I ate too much." As she said this, she began to pour water into her mouth again.

Wei Ping'an took a small bite with chopsticks and found that it had added meat cubes and more oil than usual, so it was indeed more delicious.

Although Sister-in-law Shufen didn't come, she seemed to be saying to me with this can of sincere chili sauce: I'm begging you, you must help me!

Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission and the task has been accomplished.

Lu Xiaoyan put down the water cup and said, "I've met Wei Ming. He looked ordinary when he was a child, but he has grown up to be quite energetic."

"Ah, how come you..."

"Dad, it was Brother Ming who brought us back!" Xizi said.

"Brother Ming also played with us and folded a thousand paper cranes for me!" Lele also spoke well of Wei Ming.

Wei Pingan suddenly remembered that when he went downstairs, Wei Ming specifically asked why Xile was not there, and he answered casually: "She is in kindergarten, right there."

He didn't expect that the boy would remember it and help him make this trip, otherwise he would definitely be blamed.

Thinking of this, Wei Pingan felt that his hard work was worth it, and then he hugged his wife:

"Then let's treat Brother Jiefang and the others to a meal tomorrow. It happens that we haven't eaten out in a long time."

Lv Xiaoyan's eyes lit up: "A new Quanjude branch has opened in Hepingmen. My colleague has been there and said it is very luxurious. Many foreigners go there to eat!"

"Okay, let's eat roast duck."

Wei Xi immediately jumped up: "Mom, I want to eat roast duck too!"

Lv Xiaoyan thought of the manuscript collection work she had not yet completed and felt annoyed: "Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to eat. I think you look like roast duck and candied haws. Go brush your teeth! Supervisor Lele~"

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When they walked out of the faculty cafeteria, no one was inside. Wei Jiefang hadn't eaten so full in months. He commented with a bulging belly, "This cook's skill is average, not as good as your mother's. He just doesn't use too much oil."

Wei Ming thought to himself, please stop talking. If you keep talking I'll just go back home.

"No, I have to take a walk to eat." Lao Wei said again.

Wei Ming still had things to do: "Then you can go on your own. Do you remember the way?"

"I have a mouth."

Wei Ming pointed him in a direction and told him to go around Weiming Lake and come back.

He went ahead and returned to his room to start writing his first work. He already had an idea and believed that this article would suit Aunt Xiaoyan's preferences.

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About an hour later, Wei Jiefang returned to the room with ease. At this moment, Wei Ming was taking a defecation in the bathroom.

Lao Wei came to the table and started writing.

I have to say, my son's handwriting is really good, and he writes quite fast. He has already written two or three pages.

He picked up a piece of letter and began to read it, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

His comment was: What a crap writing!
This is purely the level of an elementary school student. If this can be published, I can do it too!

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